Phone rang about 5:40 AM a week ago Friday.
When the phone rings @ 5:40 AM, that’s normally not good.
Our neighbor to the west was calling. I could hear panic in her voice.
“Doug, can you help me?”
D. (her sister) had fallen again.
D lives alone. She is in her 80’s. Sharp as a tack mentally, but her body is falling apart.
This was the 2nd time in a week, I’d gotten a call to ask if I could help with D. A week ago, I built her a couple of ramps so she could maneuver her walker into the bathroom, and a second larger ramp to get out of the house:
D is wrestling with the same issue some of you and all of us eventually get to wrestle with if we live long enough. Physically no longer able to live alone yet unwilling to relocate to some type of care facility.
On a completely different note. I had another successful “walk away bee split” this week. That makes three for three.
What a rush to pop open the hive and see new brood! (Brood are eggs that have been capped)
Capped brood (photo by others)
I was telling my son about the inner workings of a honeybee hive, and how they instinctively sense when there is no queen.
It has not lost it’s magic…. the gentle manipulation and management of honeybees.
On Wednesday, I made a trip to the University of Iowa hospitals to see a retina specialist. (I had cataract laser surgery and tri-focal implants late February and early March.) Left eye has not been right ever since.
It turns out I have a large blob of normal age related protein that has somehow “folded in on itself” and is floating in the jelly portion of my eye, right in the line of sight. (It moves back and forth, and blocks 1/4 to 1/3 of my vision. There are three options…
#1 Do nothing, it “will probably eventually settle.”
#2 Attempt to blow it to smithereens with a laser.”
#3, “Make some small incisions and scrape all of the jelly out of your eye and replace it with some made made solution.”
Options # 2 and 3 both carry with them a fair amount of risk, and are not guaranteed.
Compared to my friend “D” whose ramp I built a week ago. my quality of life is right @ the top of the scale. Funny how that works. It’s all about perspective.
Last night our family got together to celebrate my parents 65th wedding anniversary.
It seems almost surreal.
We had a house guest live with us back in 2013. Liberal young woman from the East coast. She could not get over how many long term relationships there were in the people she met in our area. We were talking about the 5 serious relationships she’d had up until then, was single again, and wondered if she’d ever find someone else.
Before we left the party last night I attacked by one of my grandchildren: She snuggled and hugged me profusely. It was the highlight of my night. 🙂
Thanks for staying in touch. Always enjoy bantering with each and every one of you!
ps We also had a serendipitous visit from a fellow blogger last week. She was traveling from Colorado to Pennsylvania. She spent two nights our B and B suite. It was good to catch up.
You probably already know this, but if @ any time you that I regularly banter with are in our neck of the woods, don’t hesitate to reach out. I get that some of you prefer to keep your identity obscure. I get it. If on the other hand you’re like me, and love to meet your fellow bloggers, we’ll leave the light on.